Desktop Archaeology
Feb. 5th, 2008 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaceyI promised myself I would clear some of the backlog of work from my desk over the weekend, but Monday has come and gone and the mounds of paper are still there.
I know how long I've had something by its position in the strata on my desktop. The longer I've had it, the deeper it's embedded in the layers. I regret to say that there's still a pile from the Prechristmas Era to be dealt with.
Those of you on r.a.sf.c. will be familiar with the term 'cat vacuuming'... It's what you do when you find something, anything, to do so you can pretend to be too busy to get on with stuff you really don't want to do. On r.a.sf.c. it's usually used in terms of cat vacuuming to save you from writing. In my case the cat vacuuming is just saving me from piles of paper. I'd be happy to write if I didn't feel guilty about the archaeology on my desk.
Today my cat vacuuming actually took the form of transferring old TNG Star Trek videos to DVD (has to be done in real time). I intended to set the machine going and put my timer on for 40 minutes... but I ended up watching the double episode 'Encounter at Farpoint', the first TNG story. I was struck by how stiff the actors were in those early days and how terribly obvious the intended sexual-attraction storylines were flagged up between Crusher and Picard and Troy and Ryker. Their overdone looks of longing were almost pantomime in style, especially Troy and Ryker.
She loves you. Oh no she doesn't. Oh yes she does.
I know how long I've had something by its position in the strata on my desktop. The longer I've had it, the deeper it's embedded in the layers. I regret to say that there's still a pile from the Prechristmas Era to be dealt with.
Those of you on r.a.sf.c. will be familiar with the term 'cat vacuuming'... It's what you do when you find something, anything, to do so you can pretend to be too busy to get on with stuff you really don't want to do. On r.a.sf.c. it's usually used in terms of cat vacuuming to save you from writing. In my case the cat vacuuming is just saving me from piles of paper. I'd be happy to write if I didn't feel guilty about the archaeology on my desk.
Today my cat vacuuming actually took the form of transferring old TNG Star Trek videos to DVD (has to be done in real time). I intended to set the machine going and put my timer on for 40 minutes... but I ended up watching the double episode 'Encounter at Farpoint', the first TNG story. I was struck by how stiff the actors were in those early days and how terribly obvious the intended sexual-attraction storylines were flagged up between Crusher and Picard and Troy and Ryker. Their overdone looks of longing were almost pantomime in style, especially Troy and Ryker.
She loves you. Oh no she doesn't. Oh yes she does.
